The Mirror Maker

Even when the palace doors are bolted shut, I enter. I step into the King's most secret chambers. I am the one who dishevels the Queen's hair and blows away the jester's cap. I am the one who is never caught, never imprisoned. I am the wind unstoppable, unseen, yet felt. I am the shadow beneath everyone's feet, yet I am never stepped upon. I am the mirror that carries the King's crown, the Queen's elegance, and the jester's mask all at once. I carry them all, yet I am none of them; I never wear their roles. But I am a misty mirror. The King must appear powerful, even if he is trembling with fear. The Queen must remain noble, even if her heart is breaking. The jester must make them laugh, even if he is weeping inside. The misty mirror whispers, and they follow its lead. Who knows? Perhaps it has imprisoned them within their own truth.